St Boniface School of Nursing - Estole Fideles Yearbook (St Boniface, Manitoba Canada)

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V 4e StudeHt CouHoil Back Row (left to right) : A. Tingley, R. Adams, G. Hutchison Middle Row: E. Taylor, C. Lazenby, M. Gibson. Front: J, Lanthier. The year 1941 marked the advent of a Student Council! Composed of tivo rep¬ resentatives from each junior class and three from the senior group, there were seven members of the council in all. The president of the senior class, Miss Elva Taylor, acted as chairman with Miss Ruth Adams as secretary. At the first meeting of the council, a general course of action was decided upon with meetings to be held monthly in order to supervise and correlate the various school activities. As a result of these meetings we have now for the first time a School Fund and a Glee Club; both are still in the infant stage, but, with the enthusiastic support and co-operation of the students, can become an important and interesting part of our student life. In order to raise money for our school fund, it was decided that each class would plan some activity with that end in view. The blue bands with their Silver Tea were most successful, and with the contribu¬ tions of the other two classes, it is expected that the $100.00 goal will be reached without difficulty. With the war playing such an impor¬ tant part in the lives of each and every¬ one of us, we felt that we should all “do our bit” for the cause. Therefore, a dona¬ tion was made of $50.00 from the proceeds of the silver tea to the Civilian Nurses Relief Fund. Much could still be done in this line, however, and we have no doubt that any activities suggested by your rep¬ resentatives will obtain your interested co-operation. The members of the council are willing and eager to receive any sug¬ gestions their class members might advo¬ cate, as the sole purpose of the council is to promote the welfare of the students as a whole. The student council has been formed to bring the student groups closer together— to sponsor any and all activities directed toward making our years of training hap¬ pier and more interesting. The council is yours—use it! Build it into the finest and most important organization in your school life. C. Lazenby. 24

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THE END OF A NURSE ' S DAY Seven o’clock! And the nurse’s work Was done for another day! She heaved a sort of tired sigh And put the charts away. Then sat for a moment and bowed her head Over the little white desk— “I wonder,” said she to herself, after all. Am I really doing my best?” “Perhaps I could have begun the day With a brighter, cheerier smile. And answered the bells with—‘Right away’ Instead of ‘After a while’.” “And I might have listened with sweeter grace. To the story of Six’s woes; She may be suffering more, perhaps. More than anyone knows.” “And I might have refrained from the half-way frown. Although I was busy then. When the frail little girl with sad blue eyes. Kept ringing again and again.” “And I might have spoken a kindlier word To the heart of that restless boy. And stopped a moment to help him find The missing part of his toy.” SEE IT When you’re up against a trouble. Meet it squarely, face to face; Lift your chin and set your shoulders. Plant your feet and take a brace. When it’s vain to try to dodge it. Do the best that you can do; You may fail, but you may conquer. See it through! “Or perhaps the patient in Eighteen A, Just needed a gentler touch; There are lots of things I might have done And it wouldn’t have taken much.” She sighed again and brushed a tear. Then whispered,—praying low, “My God, how can You accept this day. When it has been lacking so?” And God looked down—He heard the sigh. He saw that shining tear; Then sent His Angel Messenger, To whisper in her ear . . . “You could have done better today. But, oh! the Omnipotent One, Seeing your faults, does not forget The beautiful things you have done.” “He knows, little nurse, that you love your work In this house of pain and sorrow. So gladly forgives the lack of today. For you will do better tomorrow.” The nurse looked up with a grateful smile, “Tomorrow I’ll make it right;” Then added a note in the order book, “Be good to them tonight.” Black may be the clouds about you And your future may seem grim. But don’t let your nerve desert you; Keep yourself in fighting trim. If the worse is bound to happen. Spite of all that you can do. Running from it will not save you. See it through! THROUGH Even hope may seem but futile. When with troubles you’re beset. But remember you are facing Just what other men have met. You may fail, but fall still fighting; Don’t give up, whate’er you do; Eyes front, head high to the finish. See it through! —Edgar A. Guest. 23

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